“Blood... Blood?!” Martin Wilson wiped his nose, his hand smeared with blood, his face turning ghostly pale.
He actually dared to hit me!
Leo, secretly delighted by Lucas's reckless act, quickly spotted a figure.
He scurried over, fawning with a smile, “Thomas Foger, you’ve finally come.”
Thomas Foger, with his strong, square face and fierce brows, commanded an imposing presence.
He glanced at Leo, not bothering to respond, but his eyes widened upon seeing Martin Wilson sitting on the ground, nose bleeding.
“Wilson, why are you bleeding?”
Before Martin could answer, Leo jumped in, “All because of this loser. He dared to hit Young Master Wilson. He’s asking for trouble, right?”
“Is that true?”
“Yes!”
Martin glared at Lucas, quickly getting up and standing beside Thomas, pointing a
